Lonely Spring Break

Alexia scrolls past her friends’ party pictures, shoulders slumped. The doorbell breaks the quiet. Lauren Phillips stands outside—red hair loose, blouse open just enough to show the heavy sway of her breasts. Lauren steps inside to check on her. Her eyes catch the screen and she asks why Alexia stayed home. Alexia blushes, says she tried flirting with Tracy and everything blew up. The words tumble out: she’s never felt this pull toward another girl before. Lauren listens, then says she felt the same in college, the same ache for a friend. She admits she’s been with women ever since. Alexia’s gaze drifts over Lauren’s full curves. The older woman notices, smiles, and steps closer. Lauren asks if Alexia has pictured her naked. Alexia whispers that she has. Lauren leans in, promises it stays between them, and they kiss—soft at first, then hungry, tongues brushing. Clothes fall away. Alexia cups Lauren’s heavy, pale breasts, marveling at the way they fill her hands. Lauren’s fingers slip between Alexia’s thighs, find her wet and ready, and stroke in slow, sure circles until Alexia moans against her mouth. Spring break suddenly feels anything but lonely.